29/11/2025
When I was born, some people looked at me in silence.
Others lowered their eyes, not knowing what to say.
My parents heard difficult words, test names, long lists of “limitations.”
But in the middle of all that, there was one thing nobody could deny:
my little face lit up the entire room.
My chubby cheeks, my slightly crooked smile, my almond-shaped eyes…
everything about me whispered softly:
“Hey, I am beauty too. I also deserve love, photos, pride, and dreams.”
With time, my parents discovered something no medical report can explain:
I didn’t come to be an object of pity,
I came to be a reason for hugs.
I’m not a “little special angel,”
I’m a real child – I fuss, I laugh loudly, I throw myself into open arms,
I fill the house with life in the way that I can.
Sometimes the world still looks at me with confusion.
But every time someone smiles back at me,
every time a mother discovers her child is stronger than any diagnosis,
every time a heart opens to diversity,
my existence makes sense all over again.
I don’t need to fit any standard to be beautiful.
My face tells a story you may not know yet,
but it deserves respect, affection, and presence.
If you ever see me out there,
don’t look away.
Smile.
You’ll realize that the beauty I carry
was always there, just waiting to be seen.
Because yes…
it’s true that I am also beautiful, just like everyone else. 💛